Tom talked incessantly, exulting and laughing, but his voice was as remote from Jordan and me as the foreign clamor on the sidewalk or the tumult of the elevated overhead. Human sympathy has its limits, and we were content to let all their tragic arguments fade with the city lights behind.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

The Great Gatsby. Chapter 7. Tom appears to be satisfied with himself after his confrontation with Gatsby over which of them Daisy loves. But in reality nobody is happy.